Knox growled and ravaged her mouth with such hunger that if she could’ve rubbed her legs together, she would’ve come.

This was what she wanted. This was what she’d been missing her entire adult life. This unspoken connection with a man.

And without her having to direct him about what she wanted, Knox used his hands and his mouth on the front side of her body. Lips and teeth and callused fingers mapping every square inch of quivering flesh.

When she sensed he’d dropped to his knees, she fought the urge to look and see what he planned to do to her next.

He swirled the flogger around her ankle and her knees buckled. But that didn’t deter him. He just used his knowledge about one of the most sensitive spots on her body to his advantage, and to hers.

She didn’t know how much more of this she could take.

Before she could ask him to release her restraints, Knox’s big hands clamped around her hips. Then he settled his mouth on her pussy. No teasing licks. He just circled his lips around her clit and sucked until she shattered.

Then he snapped open the cuffs on her ankles. His body brushed hers as he stood and she moaned.

“It’s all right,” he murmured. He snaked an arm around her back, holding her close as he undid the arm restraints. “I need to get you out of these before you bruise this beautiful skin.” After he released her left arm, he pressed kisses around her wrist. “I’m not overstepping my bounds, Mistress. It’s my responsibility to see to your needs. You needed this.”

Shiori let him hold her up as he fiddled with the last cuff.

But before he did, he trailed his lips up the side of her neck. “You were right to push me. I’ve never wanted to please anyone as much as I want to please you.”

Reaching up, she pressed her cool palm to the back of his neck. “You pleased me beyond what I expected, Knox. Putting me in restraints was a great idea.”

She felt him smile against her throat.

Click and then her arm was freed.

Knox didn’t move. He kept her upright until she found her balance.

When she slid her hand up his chest, she paused for a moment to feel his heartbeat. Wildly erratic. Then she stepped back.

Knox’s face was flushed. His eyes were dark with lust. His cock poked out of the top of his underwear. She sensed his impatience, so it meant the world to her that he waited and gave her the lead.

Shiori took his hand and placed it over the nipple clamp on her right breast. “Remove them. One at a time.”

He slipped his hand beneath the bottom curve of her breast and freed her nipple with his other hand.

Sharp, stinging pain flooded her breast, and his hot mouth was right there, sucking away the hurt until she sighed with relief. Then he switched sides, and while he tongued her nipple and eased the sting, his thumb swept across her other nipple, keeping it sensitive. When he pulled away, she noticed his smirk.

“I like how the clamps made your nipples such a rosy red.”

“Maybe I’ll use them on you sometime.” She snapped the waistband on his boxer briefs. “Take these off and sit on the bench.”

No protest, but he did sweep everything off the bench and onto the floor.

She grabbed a condom from the bowl by the door and returned to the bench to hand it to him. “Put this on and lie back.” As soon as he’d complied, she straddled him. “Hold on to me or drop your hands to the floor. And you don’t come until I say.”

She loved that he picked the option where he touched her. Those big, skilled hands settled on her hips like they belonged there.

“Lift your head and watch as I take you in.” Wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock, she aimed the head at her opening. She lowered onto him as slowly as her shaking legs allowed. “Feel how wet I am? You did that to me.” One at a time she brought her legs onto the bench, squeezing his hips between her knees. She pressed her palms on his pecs and leaned forward. “I want to kiss you.” Her gaze fell to his mouth. “But I want to fuck you hard.”

He groaned a soft, “Yes.”

When she started to move on him, she expected he’d thrust his pelvis up. But he didn’t. His hands tightened on her hips.

Since he’d tortured her—even at her own request—she opted to return the favor. His ears were one of his hot spots, so she licked and sucked and breathed heavily into both of them before she focused her attention on his neck. His skin tasted of musk and salt.

She ran her tongue along his collarbones and tried to bury her face in his chest hair, but the angle was wrong.

No matter how fast she bounced on him, he didn’t start pumping his hips. Yet she could tell by the way his eyes were squeezed shut and his jaw clenched that it was taking everything he had to hold back.